Qin Han saw Old Master Qin's face turning red and knew something was wrong. He hurriedly walked forward to smooth Qin Dingshan's chest and then fed him some cool water to help him ease back to consciousness.
"Auntie, Grandfather's body is still very weak. Please keep your voice down."
There wasn't anything wrong with what Qin Han said, but Xiao Shulan, who was agitated, felt that his words were filled with irony.
"What do you mean! Are you suggesting that you don't want Fangfang and Jiajia to come back, so you can inherit the entire Qin Family, huh? Let me tell you, Qin Fang, a bastard will always be a bastard, and the Qin Family belongs to our Qin Fang. You're just dreaming!"
No sooner had Xiao Shulan finished speaking than a dark shadow flashed by, and immediately following, a hard, cold glass smashed into her forehead. Blood gushed out instantly!
